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Didenhover aint fetched any of this year's home; so I made a bargain with 'em, they shouldn't starve as long as they'd eat boiled pursley." "What do you give them?" "Most everything they aint particular now-a-days chunks o' cabbages, and scarcity, and pun'kin, and that all the sass that aint wanted." "And do they eat that?" "Eat it!" said Barby; "they don't know how to thank me for't."
Didenhover ha'n't fetched any of this year's home; so I made a bargain with 'em they shouldn't starve as long as they'd eat boiled pursley." "What do you give them?" "'Most everything they ain't particler now-a days chunks o' cabbage, and scarcity, and pun'kin and that all the sass that ain't wanted." "And do they eat that?" "Eat it!" said Barby. "They don't know how to thank me for't!"
Enid was sitting on the porch floor, her back against a pillar, and her feet on one of those round mats of pursley that grow over hard-beaten earth. "I've found my flock of quail again. They live in the deep grass, over by a ditch that holds water most of the year. I'm going to plant a few rows of peas in there, so they'll have a feeding ground at home.
But Pursley refused, and his patriotic reason was that he thought the land belonged to the United States. He told Captain Pike that he feared they would not allow him to leave Santa Fe, as they still hoped to learn from him where the gold was to be found.
The rangers objected, as the Indians were ten to one. Mrs. Pursley, therefore, snatched a rifle from her husband's hand, and declaring that 'so fine a fellow as Tom Higgins should not be lost for want of help, mounted a horse and sallied forth to his rescue.
After some days of sore travel, during which he had no other sustenance than the root known by naturalists under the name of psoralea esculenta, he at length arrived in safety at Lisa Fort, on the Big Horn, a branch of the Yellow Stone river." Captivity and Flight. Heroism of Thomas Higgins and of Mrs. Pursley. Affairs at Boonesborough. Continued Alarms. Need of Salt. Its Manufacture.
It will not be inconsistent with my text if I herewith interpolate an incident connected with Pursley, the second American to cross the desert, for the purpose of trade with New Mexico, which I find in the Magazine of American History: When Zebulon M. Pike was in Mexico, in 1807, he met, at Santa Fe, a carpenter, Pursley by name, from Bardstown, Kentucky, who was working at his trade.
What could they few do? Tom! Hurrah for Tom! See! He was still on his feet he was still at it! The brave fellow! But how could they help him? The main band of Indians were in sight; the block-house, and the wounded lieutenant, must not be left unprotected Mrs. Pursley stormed. "Out with you? Are you men, to let a comrade be butchered?" She appealed to her husband: "Are you a coward, too?
They had no time to waste. One helped her slung Tom across in front of a saddle; and fighting a rear action they gained the block-house without a wound. Tom Higgins was the hero, but Mrs. Pursley was the heroine. Two of his bullets were taken out, and he got well, except for a limp and considerable "botheration" from a third bullet.
If Pursley had been somewhat less patriotic, and had guided the Mexicans to the treasures, the whole history and condition of the western part of our continent might have been entirely different from what it now is.
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